1. The raindrops in the haze were like wild ghosts anxious to be reincarnated, hitting the window glass one after another, with no intention of stopping. Such weather is disturbing, as if it indicates that something is happening or is about to happen. I turned on the TV and there was indeed a piece of unfortunate news popping up. An accident occurred at the subway station in this city last night. A girl was accidentally pushed off the platform while waiting for the train and buried on the tracks. In the picture, the girl was lying on the scene like a rag doll torn into pieces, which was horrible to see. I sighed. I don't know why, similar tragedies are always prone to happen on rainy days, as if
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The raindrops were like wild ghosts anxious to be reincarnated, hitting the window glass one after another, with no intention of stopping. Such weather was disturbing, as if it indicated that something was happening or was about to happen.
I turned on the TV and saw a piece of unfortunate news. An accident happened at the subway station last night. A girl was accidentally pushed off the platform while waiting for the train and buried on the tracks. In the picture, the girl was lying on the scene like a rag doll torn into pieces. It was a horrible sight.
I sighed. I don't know why, but similar tragedies are more likely to happen on rainy days, as if the god of death is out of control. Based on experience, I will be busy again next time – as a corpse makeup artist, my work always involves the god of death, which is disgusting but irresistible.
Sure enough, business came. It was a man who called me. He said to me in a hoarse voice, "Is this Miss Dong Ci? I want to ask you to come over. My fiancée just passed away…"
I met him in the hospital morgue. He was squatting on the ground, drooping like an eggplant hit by frost. He looked up when he heard my footsteps. It was a very attractive face. Even though it was full of haggardness and fatigue, it still had its merits. I couldn't help but exclaimed, Mr. Park, is it you! ?
He gave a wry smile and said, "It's me. I'm bothering you again."
A year ago, on a rainy night like this, and in this spooky room, I met him. His name is Pu Shu. His fiancée Youlan accidentally fell into the elevator shaft and died a few days before the wedding. Her face was completely destroyed. In order to make the deceased pass away beautifully, Pu Shu found me and asked me to restore her appearance. I am the only woman in this city who works as a body makeup artist. My attentiveness and superb skills have made me famous in the industry. Many families of the deceased come here because of my reputation, and Pu Shu is no exception. That time, I fulfilled his wish and received a generous red envelope.
A handsome and generous man will always occupy a place in your memory. So when I saw him again, I recognized him at the first sight.
I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances. Although I have served many unfortunate families, this is the only one who lost two fiancées in two years. He is really unlucky!
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The girl in the photo had bright eyes and white teeth, and she and Pu Shu were a perfect match. I sighed with regret and said to Pu Shu, "Don't worry, I will make your fiancée as beautiful as she was when she was alive."
I believe in your skills. Pu Shu's facial muscles twitched violently. Miss Dong, can you wait until I leave before you start working? I nodded. After Pu Shu left, the empty room was left with only me and the motionless body. There were no windows, no wind, but there seemed to be an unknown air current stirring in the air. Was it the dancing of the souls who were unwilling to leave? I don't know. But I'm not afraid of them. For a corpse makeup artist, it is almost impossible to make friends in the real world. Only those cold corpses will quietly accept my touch and listen to my heartbeat.
I changed into clean work clothes, washed my hands carefully, then put on a mask and gloves, walked over, and gently lifted the white cloth covering the corpse… Although I was mentally prepared enough, I was still shocked by the scene in front of me.
What did I see? A rag doll torn into pieces! It was the girl who died on the railway tracks in the TV news! She lay in pieces on the bed with a hideous expression, completely different from the beautiful girl in the photo.
I understand why Pu Shu reacted so violently. It was too tragic! No one could face it, especially since he had been hit so many times. It was already strong enough for him not to have a mental breakdown.
He took a deep breath to calm himself, then put his hand on the girl's forehead and whispered, Xiaoqing, don't be sad, I will help you become the most beautiful bride in the world.
I believe she could hear me, because when my hand moved away, her eyes, which had been wide open, closed.
It was Pu Shu who told me her name. Because I need to communicate. Any job requires communication, and corpses are no exception. They also have their own ideas, such as what kind of eyebrow shape and lipstick color they like. Without their approval, no matter how beautiful the makeup is, it will only be a failed work.
When it was almost dawn, I opened the door and returned a lifelike fiancée to Pu Shu.
Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque and her expression is peaceful, just like a princess in a fairy tale, sleeping quietly in the holy and romantic sea of roses.
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I saw Pu Shu again a year later. It was at a class reunion. Yanli surrounded him and showed him off to me as if he had found a treasure. Dong Ci, I'm getting married!
When we looked into each other's eyes, we were both stunned. Fortunately, we were smart enough and did not arouse Yanli's suspicion. – My profession is not for strangers to approach, and his love is unbearable to look back on. Perhaps it is because we both have secrets that we do not want others to know, so we chose to remain silent.
When Yanli went to the bathroom, we said thank you at the same time. Then I told him sincerely that Yanli was a good girl and I hoped you could be happy. He was silent for a while and smiled bitterly. I thought, I won't always be so unlucky.
When I left, I looked at Yanli snuggling in his arms and smiling sweetly, and I felt uneasy. I didn't know if I was right to hide those terrible past events. I didn't know if doing so would make me an accomplice to another tragedy. I would rather believe what Pu Shu said, that he would not always be so unlucky.
I hope so.
However, half a month later, on a rainy night, I received another call from Pu Shu. He sobbed and said to me, Dong Ci, Yanli is dead!
In that spooky room, I saw Yanli, who was completely unrecognizable. Lying on the corpse bed, her body was covered with gleaming scales, like a fish nailed to a chopping board. She was killed by a glass chandelier that suddenly fell while she was watching TV. I gasped, and couldn't believe that this was the Yanli who smiled sweetly and showed me happiness not long ago. Pu Shu was lying on the ground, drunk, and could only laugh like a madman. I killed her, I am a devil… He finally broke down.
I tried to grab the bottle from his hand, but he screamed and jumped away, curled up in the corner and shouted, "Don't touch me, every woman who touches me will die!" Youlan, Xiaoqing, Yanli, they were all taken away by her, Dongci, you'd better stay away from me!
Who is she? I asked curiously. Pu Shu did not answer because he had fainted from exhaustion.
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I found the ID card from Pu Shu and asked someone to help me put him into a taxi.
The address on the ID card is in the suburbs, it is a unique and imposing independent building. The lights were on, proving that someone was in the house. I rang the doorbell, and after a while the back door opened, and a pretty girl in a wheelchair appeared in front of me. She had a face very similar to Pu Shu, so she should be his sister. Together we dragged the drunk Pu Shu to the sofa in the living room. When I was cleaning the dirt off Pu Shu's face, the girl suddenly said to me faintly, "Is my brother very handsome? Every woman likes him, but they all died without exception! Do you know why?"
I turned around and saw the girl named Pu Xue's eyes were dark and filled with tiny fears. She looked around to make sure if anyone was eavesdropping, then lowered her voice and said to me, "Because Zi Ling! Zi Ling will not let another woman take her brother away!"
Who is Zi Ling?
Zi Ling was my brother’s first girlfriend, and she died a few years ago!
Her expression and tone scared me! I have to admit that after a series of strange things, the confidence given by my profession has begun to wear thin – three beautiful girls, all died on the eve of their wedding, all died in accidents, and all died in horrible ways. If it weren't for ghosts, how could there be so many coincidences?
I was not afraid of putting makeup on corpses alone in the morgue, but at this moment I couldn't help but feel a chill in my bones, and the towel in my hand fell to the ground without me noticing.
I left the chic and imposing building in a state of despair. I walked a long way and seemed to feel a pair of unknown eyes staring at me coldly from a window behind me! When I got home, I took a shower to wash off the smell of Pu Shu. Pu Shu was right, he was a devil. I had to stay away from him. I didn't want to be the heroine of the next tragedy.
But Pu Shu's ghost kept coming back to me. One night not long after, I received a call from him again. He was crying like a child, "Dong Ci, do you believe in ghosts?"
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I wanted to hang up the phone, but curiosity overcame my fear.
I arranged to meet him at a jazz bar that was packed with people. Amid the noisy music and bustling voices, I heard this story.
Pu Shu and Zi Ling were a pair of lovers who shared the same ideals. After several years of romantic love, they finally decided to get married. However, on the eve of the wedding, Zi Ling suddenly became anxious and doubted Pu Shu's feelings. She rejected every woman who talked to Pu Shu and even secretly followed him. That day, she found a pair of women's underwear from somewhere and came to Pu Shu to settle the score. Pu Shu couldn't bear it anymore and slapped her. She left home crying, and when he found her the next day, she had become a cold corpse by the river. She died, maybe by suicide or by accident, and Pu Shu was sad for a long time. It was not until he met You Lan two years later that he began to have the courage to live again.
But strange things happened one after another. On the eve of the wedding, Youlan suddenly had an accident and fell into the elevator shaft and died. Then it was Xiaoqing and Yanli. Before each tragedy, the mirror in Pu Shu's room would shatter for no reason, as if it was an ominous omen.
If you knew this was a bad omen, why did you stay with them? I interrupted him angrily.
Pu Shu stammered, “I didn’t believe it at first. Years of education have taught me that there can be no ghosts in the world. The broken mirror might be just a coincidence, but the strange things that happened again and again shattered my faith! Dong Ci, I have to believe now that people will become ghosts after they die… Maybe Zi Ling has never left me, she just changed to live with me in another way, eating, living, going in and out with me, but I can’t see it! And those broken mirrors are her way of expressing anger! Listening to his incredible narration, such a horrible scene involuntarily emerged in front of my eyes: the girl named Zi Ling was sitting next to Pu Shu at this moment, drinking the beer in his glass, listening to our conversation, and from time to time, a hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of her mouth, or maybe she was doing nothing now, just supporting her hands on the table and staring at me sinisterly…
I suddenly felt cold all over, as if I had just been pulled out of an ice river!
Dong Ci, I have decided that I will live alone from now on… no, with Zi Ling and Pu Xue. I don't want to make Zi Ling sad again, nor do I want to kill other girls.
Pu Shu finished the wine in his glass and staggered away. His once straight back now looked dishevelled, like a tree blown to and fro by the wind.
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After that, I took a long vacation because I lacked the courage to walk into that cold room, and even less the courage to face the corpses with evil intentions. Until one day, when I was lying at home flipping through a magazine, a story gave me an epiphany.
I got up from the sofa and excitedly called Pu Shu, but his phone was turned off.
I must meet him and tell him this story. Perhaps this is the crux of all the problems, which can save his life and rebuild my faith. In front of the chic and imposing little building, I met him, pushing Park Xue in a trance on the lawn. He looked thinner and more haggard, with pale skin and sunken eye sockets. Against the backdrop of the lively Park Xue, he looked like a walking corpse.
When he saw me, his expression suddenly became frightened, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Go away quickly . There are no gods or ghosts in the world . Zi Ling will be unhappy if she knows. He shouted to me from a distance, and then pushed Pu Xue away in a hurry.
I quickly caught up with him, Pu Shu, give me five minutes.
Pu Shu hesitated for a moment and then stopped. I handed him the magazine. The story was called "The Mermaid in the Bathtub Will Never Be Lonely," and it was about a man who suspected his wife of cheating on him and drowned her in the bathtub. Later, he became schizophrenic due to guilt, and every rainy day he would kill people crazily in revenge, but he was completely unaware of it afterwards.
You see, there is one thing you have in common with him, that is, you feel a strong sense of guilt for the death of your lover. I said to Pu Shu, maybe the best thing for you to do now is to see a psychiatrist.
Are you saying that the deaths of those girls were not accidents, but were caused by me? Pu Shu was surprised.
It is very likely that many accidents can actually be man-made. For example, if you want someone to fall into the elevator shaft or platform, you only need to give a gentle push, and if you want to turn a solid chandelier into a murder weapon, you only need to remove a few screws. And those broken mirrors may have been smashed by you. Pu Shu, perhaps you have never been able to let go of Zi Ling’s death over the years, so subconsciously you cannot accept another woman to replace her. Therefore, every time before the wedding, you unknowingly become "Zi Ling", and impose terrible punishment on those girls and yourself! I talked incessantly. At first, I was also frightened by your experience, and it was this story that reminded me. – If there really are ghosts in the world, as a corpse makeup artist, wouldn’t I have been scared to death long ago?
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Pu Shu accepted my advice and agreed to see a psychiatrist.
That was the second time I walked into his home. The room was decorated very cozy, which should be Park Xue's work, because the decoration of the whole house was in line with her clothing style, all pink and cute princess LOOK.
Sister, have a cup of coffee. Brother will come down after changing clothes. Park Xue came out of the kitchen in a wheelchair and brought me a cup of fragrant coffee.
I sat on the sofa, sipping the sweet coffee while waiting for Pu Shu. But why did I suddenly feel so sleepy and my eyelids felt so heavy? …
When I opened my eyes again, I saw myself lying in an icy cold bathtub, tied up like a dumpling. A strong stream of water was pouring down from the faucet above my head. I struggled to get up and saw a pair of dark, beautiful big eyes. It was Park Xue, she was leaning over and staring at me, smiling like a flower.
Park Xue, what are you doing?
I want you to die! Pu Xue's expression gradually became ferocious. You are so hateful! Why do you have to separate me and my brother? I didn't, I just want to help your brother cure his illness!
My brother is not sick at all! I killed all those annoying women! My brother and I have been dependent on each other since we were young, especially after a car accident ten years ago that caused me to lose the ability to walk, he loved me even more and treated me as the supreme princess. But since they appeared, my brother's heart no longer belongs to me! So I looked for opportunities to eliminate them one by one, including Zi Ling, of course! I first used some props such as women's underwear to alienate her relationship with my brother, and then pushed her into the river to drown. After that, I used her death to make my brother suspicious and afraid to accept other women. But you, a bad woman, almost shattered my plan, so you must die too!
As Pu Xue spoke, she slowly, slowly stood up from the wheelchair. Her legs… her legs were surprisingly as slender and strong as a normal person's. She took a step forward, stretched out her hand and desperately pressed my head into the water…
Haha, you must have thought that my legs were broken in the car accident ten years ago. In fact, I have recovered a long time ago. I have just been pretending, because only in this way will my brother love me forever and stay by my side forever…
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Pu Shu. He was the one who saved me. It turned out that Pu Xue also gave him a cup of coffee mixed with sleeping pills. Fortunately, he had been suffering from insomnia for a long time, and the sleeping pills had lost their effect in his body, so he just took a nap and woke up. He went downstairs and saw the incredible scene.
A few days later, late at night, I received another call from Pu Shu. He said, Dong Ci, Pu Xue is dead.
After the truth was discovered, Park Xue was afraid to face the reality, so she climbed up the tallest building in the city in her wedding dress and jumped down.
It was still that gloomy rainy night, still in that spooky room, I uncovered the pale shroud, put my hand on the girl's cold forehead, and whispered, Park Xue, don't be sad, I will help you become the most beautiful bride in the world.
I believe she could hear me, because when my hand moved away, her eyes, which had been wide open, closed.
Just like the original tranquility.
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